I hope you’re sitting comfortable,

I’ll read my story out in full

Let me tell you who I am,

I’m 3 years old and I am Sam.

I like books and Lego and football,

I go two days to nursery school

I live at home with my sister and brother,

My gran, my gramps, my dad, my mother.

But this is what you need to know,

My blood won’t clot, it’s far too slow

Yesterday while in the park

(We came home late it was nearly dark)

I kicked the ball and scored a goal

And then I fell down in a hole

I jumped up quick and ran to dad

I really didn’t feel too bad.

I went to bed soon after tea

And thought I had a funny knee

Today I woke early – that’s the rule

To get all ready for nursery school

But oh dear something’s happened to me

I’ve got an ouch in my knee

I try to put my foot on the floor

It’s really hurting more and more.

My mum comes in when she hears me cry

She sees my knee and she knows why

It’s OK Sam, I know what you need

Some treatment, you have had a bleed

So off to hospital, we go by car

We don’t have to go all that far

But even though it is quite near

I’d rather be any place but here.

We go to see Jo my special nurse

But I can’t think of anything worse,

Be good says mum “my little treasure”

While Jo uses a tape measure

In order to try and discover

If this knee is bigger than the other

It is also feeling rather warm

She says while writing on a form.

Another person enters – it’s Lizzie O

She’s all right really, she’s my physio

Mum says “it’s Sam’s knee – he can’t walk”

I don’t say a word I just can’t talk

We wait while Jo devises a plan

Mum says she’s proud of her little man

Then I remember something - I mustn’t

forget

I ask to go to the toilet

Mum says that I will have to wait

Until I’ve had my Factor eight

So in my arm I have a shot

Of medicine that makes my blood clot

So then some news I like the best

Upon our sofa I must rest

We begin to get ready now we can go

We have to come back tomorrow.

So that is the story of my bleed

And the treatment my leg did need

At last, from hospital I am freed

Oh dear, in my pants I have just wee’d!

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